I can see over that hill,
Over that hill, Over that hill,
There's a greasy hotel,
A greasy hotel
Everybody's naked and underneath the tables
In the greasy hotel, and there was a girl
Who came down to the bar to have a laugh and have a dance,
Till she met some starving palm
Grabbed her by the mind and by the arm
"But it happens all the time, you have no reason for alarm"
Says the kid in a t-shirt looking past me
Take your hands off of her
It's not your world to pervert
I can see over that hill, over that hill
Over that hill is a greasy hotel, a greasy hotel
There are 57 windows, and a hand print in each one
The band plays another one, did she try to sing along?
Well they are clawing at her lips
And they are clawing at her wrists
The kid in the t-shirt says that
"Everyone's to be convinced"
Take your hands off of her,
It's not your world to pervert
Take your hands off of her,
It's not your world to pervert
I can see over that hill,
Over that hill, over that hill
There's a greasy hotel, a greasy hotel
I can see over that hill,
Over that hill, over that hill
Now i hear it's coming soon
But it's already here
